I’m on my lunch break. Attempting to eat some chicken rotini soup even though I have little to no appetite because I’m stressed and a bit overwhelmed. So many things to work for, so many things to work on, so many of the same types of posts on my facebook feed, so many photos on the news, coworkers with their opinions and there’s a work party on Friday afternoon. What to wear?! And as I sit here thinking of all of that, it leaves me wondering to myself: who am I? Who are we to each other? What is my job and my purpose? What’s your job and your purpose?
Practically every hour of every day over the past few weeks I’ve seen commentary and opinions on all these murders, shootings, non-indictments and the like. I’ve seen rage and protests. I’ve seen good intentions gone awry. And every day I wonder, why is this happening? And every day I think of the GSO Compassion Mission. How good that will be if I can ever get the people behind it or the funds or whatever it takes to get a sustainable community center going from the ground up in less than 10 years. While I go out there trying to think of compassion, it’s days like these that make me overwhelmed by anger that’s not even my own! And my head hurts. It pounds like feet on the pavement. It rings like the after effects of an explosion. And yet I sit here at my job and I try to do my job and work out my purpose in my job and my life. I’m good at my job and I’m getting better at my life. Things are getting better in some ways.
But this still makes me wonder about everybody else though. All these protests, it is indeed much like a tsunami. One shift underfoot and the waves get bigger and bigger and bigger…and nobody really stops. It just keeps going. Peace and compassion gets thrown out the window even though people swear that what they’re doing is going to lead to peace. Or it’s because of peace and compassion. However, there’s so much that is literally and figuratively being destroyed in the process and nobody’s talking about building. Nobody’s really talking about what happens next after we’ve trampled all this injustice under foot. Or what’s going on with the police these days (in compared to the days of yore and such) that makes them…just as afraid as us. But that’s supposedly not the point anymore.
As much as what we’re working on as a whole is for peace and justice, I think it would be best to simultaneously create that peace and compassion. Create that Justice and Truth we all dream of. Some of it comes from protests. Some of it comes from reaching across the divide. Some of it comes from just looking in the eyes of the other person long enough that connection becomes possible and the anger subsides. But that kind of thinking is the pearl under the tsunami. And after all this rage and protest and unity and solidarity subsides, somebody will dive down to the depths of humanity and look at that pearl and finally ask “What about this?” And it will begin.
But until then, I think I just might have to wait out this storm of protests, generational mimicry and mockery, unity and the like and see what happens. I’m very interested to see what happens.
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